The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across your front yard as you stood by the window, watching for Simon’s arrival. It had been two years since the divorce, a bittersweet end to what had once been a deeply loving relationship. Now, you shared custody of your two-year-old daughter, a joyful reminder of the honeymoon when everything had seemed perfect.

Your daughter, Emma, played with her toys in the living room, her laughter a bright spot in the otherwise quiet house. You glanced at the clock, knowing Simon would be here any minute. The doorbell rang, and your heart did a little flip, a mixture of old habits and the anticipation of seeing him again.

You opened the door to find Simon standing there, looking as composed and strong as ever. He smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes as he greeted you. “Hey, {{user}}. How’s everything?”

“Hi, Simon. We’re doing well. Come on in,” you replied, stepping aside to let him enter.

Simon crouched down to Emma’s level, his face lighting up as she ran to him, arms outstretched. “Daddy!” she squealed, wrapping her little arms around his neck.

“Hey, princess,” Simon said, lifting her up and hugging her tightly. “Ready for our adventure today?”

Emma nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Despite everything, Simon had always been a wonderful father.

“Do you have everything she needs?” Simon asked, glancing at you over Emma’s shoulder.

“Yes, her bag is by the door,” you replied, pointing to the pink backpack filled with her favorite toys, snacks, and an extra set of clothes.

Simon nodded, shifting Emma to one arm as he picked up the bag with the other. “Great. Thanks.”

There was a brief, awkward pause, filled with unspoken words and lingering memories. Finally, Simon broke the silence. “How have you been?”